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A Prow

Otherwise known as the bow of a ship. This one was in a dry dock, about fifteen feet above my head.

It is my favourite boat in the boatyard. It’s always there; I think its restoration is a lifetime’s work. I don’t know whose lifetime though. Perhaps, one day, I will ask.

boat prow

I am aware I don’t have much to say for myself lately. It’s a funny thing, but when I’ve an awful lot to say, I am likely to say the least. I really can’t explain it. It’s like trying to avoid the dam bursting by letting out a mean-spirited trickle of water.

Perhaps I should just let the damn thing burst.

Boat Shed on Paglesham Pool

I am fascinated by the walks up on the sea wall along by Paglesham Pool and Paglesham Creek. Today the battery died on the camera quite early on, much to my irritation. So you’ll have to take my word for it that there we saw an enormous broken up rainbow that hung around for what seemed like an age. It started in a thick, bright stub in Burnham-on-Crouch and finished way out east into the North Sea, but was entirely missing the overhead arc.

Listing, Slipping & Sliding

Paglesham Pool, towards Wallasea Island

‘…You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away…’

Paul Simon

A Dog’s Life?

Rudi’s Weekend Walk – one’s enough…

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Came home, the walls closed in and the dog crashed out stinking of salt marsh mud.

It really is a dog’s life.